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The senior brother stood with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding a strong masculine aura that could be felt even thirty steps away, creating an intense pressure that was hard to ignore.
"Divine Power Body." Just a glance was enough for Lu Chen to realize that this senior brother had reached the level of Divine Power Body in his Qigong cultivation. His bones were as tough as steel, and his blood was like mercury; ordinary blades could hardly cut through his flesh.
Although the senior brother had a high spirit, upon sensing the aura emanating from Lu Chen, he immediately calmed down and suppressed his anger, as an instinct told him that Lu Chen was not an ordinary person.
Lu Chen did not intentionally release his aura; on the contrary, he kept it well-contained. It was precisely because of this that the senior brother could not see through him and dared not act recklessly.
"May I ask which generation leader of the Red Robe Sect you are?" After a long pause, the senior brother slowly spoke.
"Fourth Generation Leader, Lu Chen." Lu Chen replied lightly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He was indeed the genuine Fourth Generation Leader inherited from Ye Nanzhai.
"Is it really the Fourth Generation Leader? Has Ye Nanzhai already undergone Corpse Transformation?" The senior brother murmured to himself, a look of confusion on his face. It seemed he was somewhat familiar with Ye Nanzhai.
The Red Robe Sect and Luban Temple were not on the same level at all. Luban Temple could at least be considered a sacred place, while the Red Robe Sect was merely a folk Anti-Zhou Church, often labeled as a cult, with its Supreme Leader referred to as a demon.
In comparison, the Supreme Leader of the Red Robe Sect was not qualified to associate with someone of Miao Sheng Maiyi's caliber. However, this senior brother was just at the right level to call him brother.
Due to the notorious reputation of the Red Robe Sect and the suppression by the Great Zhou Dynasty, generally speaking, no legitimate Taoist sect would dare to associate with them.
The relationship between this senior brother and Ye Nanzhai could hardly be called friendship; at most, they had only met once.
"Ah, so you are the Fourth Generation Leader. I am Lu Zhishen, the chief disciple under Miao Sheng Maiyi. May I ask why you have personally come to visit Master?" After confirming that Lu Chen was indeed the Fourth Generation Leader of the Red Robe Sect, the senior brother seemed to gain some confidence.
Moreover, he did not bow to Lu Chen while speaking, showing a hint of arrogance and a lack of respect for Lu Chen.
Seeing this scene, Lu Chen couldn't help but smile lightly and said, "So it is the one known outside as 'Iron Head,' Lu Zhishen. I have heard of you. Haha, I have come to seek your master for an important matter. Could you please inform me of your master's whereabouts?"
Lu Chen had previously heard of the name 'Iron Head,' which referred to Lu Zhishen, known for his profound Qigong skills.
"I'm sorry, but the Master is not here. If you have something to discuss, you can talk to me. In the absence of the Master, I am in charge. What do you think?" Lu Zhishen replied.
"You? That might not work, haha. It's not that Brother Lu lacks qualifications, but this concerns the Common People and significant matters of State and Society. It is not that simple; I hope you won't act rashly," Lu Chen said with a teasing tone, yet his words carried a sense of respect.
"What? That's ridiculous! An evil cult leader dares to discuss matters of State and Society? Whether I am qualified or not is irrelevant; based solely on your identity, you are not qualified to meet my master, and he will not come out to see you."
In the end, Lu Zhishen's tone became resolute, tinged with anger, as if he wanted to denounce Lu Chen.
However, this person seemed to possess great composure, not showing much emotion outwardly; he concealed it well, and his expression had remained unchanged throughout.
"Oh? Is that so? Then if I were seeking your master for a sparring session, would you also take on that role?" Lu Chen squinted his eyes and stared intently at Lu Zhishen, countering with a question.
Lu Zhishen snorted lightly, his tone filled with disdain. "Hmph, even if that's the case, so what?"
Lu Zhishen took a deep breath, standing still with his hands behind his back, exuding an incredibly calm presence.
"Is that so? If you're daring enough to provoke me, then let's spar a bit," Lu Chen said coldly as he removed his cloak and casually tossed it onto a tree fifty steps away, hanging it high.
As Lu Chen discarded his cloak, a powerful Qi Master aura erupted from him, causing the disciples of Luban Temple thirty steps away to involuntarily take a step back, raising their hands to shield their foreheads.
Among these people, only one person persisted without retreating, and that was Master Brother Lu Zhishen, who maintained his previous stance.
"Bear the wrath!" Lu Chen shouted loudly, charging forward with wild abandon, his long dark hair dancing in the wind, his figure swift as a Specter.
Just within three paces of Lu Zhishen, Lu Chen leaped high into the air, raising his iron right arm and tightly clenching his fist, bringing it down with ferocity. This punch carried a force of eight thousand pounds, capable of splitting mountains and shattering stones.
Lu Zhishen raised both arms to cross and block, taking Lu Chen's iron fist head-on. In an instant, a muffled sound echoed as smoke filled the area, obscuring visibility for ten paces around.
"Master Brother!"
Seeing this scene, Lu Zhishan and the others hurried over to Lu Zhishen's side to check on his condition.
Once the dust settled, Lu Chen stood firmly in place, now wearing the Purple Gold Cloak. He stood tall and straight, regaining his calm demeanor from before, a smile on his face.
Meanwhile, Lu Zhishen was deeply embedded in the ground up to his lower body, his face pale and seemingly in discomfort.
He slowly lowered his crossed arms without saying a word, silently staring at Lu Chen across from him.
"Master Brother, how are you?" Lu Zhishan and the others rushed to Lu Zhishen's side, trying to help him up. However, despite their efforts to pull him out of the ground, he remained immovable.
"You are not even qualified to challenge this leader. If it weren't for Miao Sheng Maiyi's sake, I would have executed you on the spot."
Lu Chen coldly stated this, leading everyone to believe he was about to leave. However, in an instant, Lu Chen made his move.
"Heart," Lu Zhishen growled, the sound emanating from his throat like a beast. He had just wanted to warn his fellow disciples, but it was already too late.
Meanwhile, Lu Chen stood in place, one hand raised high as if he were a deity, his fingers curled into claws, as if grasping something in his hand.
In fact, that was exactly what had happened. In that brief moment, Lu Chen had inexplicably captured Lu Zhishan's soul and held it in his grasp.
"If you do not reveal Miao Sheng Maiyi's whereabouts, I will start with this person in my hand. I will eliminate each of you one by one, and then go off to search for Miao Sheng Maiyi alone. As for you at Luban Temple, it seems you will be expelled from the cultivation world from now on," Lu Chen said coldly, showing no intention of mercy.
It was only at this moment that the people from Luban Temple realized that Lu Zhishan beside them had become completely motionless because his soul had already been captured by Lu Chen. If Lu Chen wanted to kill him, a simple use of the Four Symbols Thunder Scripture would instantly turn him to ashes, erasing him from existence.
"Is that so? Then I won't hold back!" Lu Chen raised his other hand, lightning flickering between his palms. Just a gentle touch would obliterate Lu Zhishan's soul.
Without his soul, Lu Zhishan would become a useless being, unable to cultivate any further and destined to lie in bed for the rest of his life like a living corpse.
Seeing Lu Chen's actions left Lu Zhishen and the others even more astonished. The Qigong cultivation that Lu Chen had just displayed was at least at the Divine Power Body level, not lower than Lu Zhishen's.
Moreover, the fact that Lu Chen could capture a person's soul without needing to conceal himself or exit his body clearly indicated the sign of Spirit-Body Unity. Few could achieve such a feat in this realm.
This was enough to demonstrate Lu Chen's strength: Qigong, Divine Power Body, and Spirit-Body Unity combined made him unfathomable in the eyes of Lu Zhishen and the others.
Lu Chen could easily annihilate Lu Zhishen; it seemed no exaggeration. A slight movement and use of his powers would make killing Lu Zhishen a reality.
Although Luban Temple could be considered a sacred place, it had very few disciples and rarely accepted outsiders, unlike Five Element Sect and Star Gate, which regularly took in large numbers of new disciples at fixed times.
Therefore, the number of people is very important for Luban Temple; losing even one person would be considered a major event.
"Enough, enough, let him go," Lu Zhishen said. Immediately, Flesh trembled, cracking the surrounding soil, and then crawled out of the pit.
"Master is fishing in the North Sea; you can go find him, but we are not sure of his exact location," Lu Zhishen replied.
It turned out that Miao Sheng Maiyi was not within Luban Divine Ridge but had gone to fish in the North Sea, which was truly not a good time.
Upon hearing this, Lu Chen pondered for a moment and muttered to himself, "With Miao Sheng Maiyi in such high spirits regarding the important matter of the Yushan Kingdom's succession, he actually went to fish in the North Sea at this time? He must have too much faith in the Four Ministers and Kalan Prince's power."
"Since he is in the North Sea, I have ways to find him. I trust you wouldn't dare to lie to me; after all, if Miao Sheng Maiyi cannot be found, you will also suffer when I return."
With that, he flicked his finger, sending Lu Zhishen's soul back into his body. After a while, Lu Zhishen finally regained consciousness, shaking his head as if still feeling uneasy.
At this moment, the disciples within Luban Temple looked at Lu Chen with fear, as if facing a great enemy, not daring to breathe.
Among them, the most composed was Lu Zhishen; however, he was merely putting on a brave front. His presence was impressive, but his abilities were far inferior to Lu Chen's, leaving him vulnerable to being easily defeated.
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